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Thursday, 26 January 2012

The day after the night before

I've not been to work, yesterday or today. I've been given the rest of the week to get myself together. So today, I went to have lunch with my Dad. We don't get on but I thought I should try and make an effort.

My father is lives in la la land.

He had a go at me today for being sad, saying I was being to negative about the whole thing. Apparantly what he got from my Mum's doctors appointment was that the nodules in her lungs are left over from her breast cancer 13 years ago but (here is where we disagree) they could be ANYTHING and she could take some tablets and it'll all be over in a few weeks.

He said that the doctor we saw (the chest/lung specialist) doesn't know which is why she's being transferred. We had a very specific discussion, with the lung specialist, about how it's not operable and any chemotherapy or hormone therapy treatment will be to delay it as much as possible.

I know he's in denial but he got really cross with me about it. It's so frustrating. So I left and went to the gym on my way home. I only went for a swim (20 x 25 m lengths) but it's better than nothing.

In other news, I took my PADI Enriched Air Nitrox course last night and the instructor kept telling everyone stories about the world record scuba diver and the disgusting things that happened to him. I will not repeat them on here because they are seriously awful but all day on facebook people have been mentioning it and trying to wind me up. It's working but I don't want them to know so I'm moaning to you instead.

1 comment:

I have a feeling he's just going through the stages of grief a little slower than you or your mother... he's in denial. I'm sure it's just his coping mechanism. I'm sorry he's taking it out on you, hon.